as I enter I feel I’m home
escaping vagabondism, begins with dome
is that too much
maybe but aiming for clarity is clutch
the smells are sweet and memory locking
bolts tighten no one will hear our rocking
free pasture where two frees may graze
conflicted I do offer up praise
pushed aside regrets I’ve had in bed
new standard, I’d rather be dead
shapes so perfect and skin so smooth
they’d make the orange bandanna
wearing turtle so jealous he’d swoon
I’m a 80’s kid, a clue for a cypher
sex so good I narrate like MacGyver
being asked to come in and stay
thankful to lay after a time of play
I find great comfort in our territory
page by page I’ll scribe our story
for Papi
from Mami
About the Creator
Isaac Haldeman
NYC
I enjoy stories and telling them.
I’m the rich father before I am the poor artist.
Working on a novel. Why is it so hard?! ;)
@isaachaldeman
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